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Our child was already grown. No matter what, it did not make sense for her to do something so ruthless. Or was it a rival at work? After all, they were the biggest beneficiaries–they took all my achievements once I was gone. However, this destination was obscure. I did not tell about the trip beforehand. Who could have orchestrated something so perfectly in advance? Or could it have been some overseas organization that long coveted my technology? My thoughts spiraled as I lay down. As long as I stayed here in the lodge and did not go out, whoever was trying to set me up would not have the chance, right?

It was Valentine's Day. My girlfriend, Christy Lawrence, and I walked hand-in-hand as we visited a popular tourist destination in Sarlington. The place was crawling with photographers for hire. They were handing out their flyers to everyone who walked by while asking, "Hey there! Would you like to take a photo?" As we walked through one of the archways, one of the photographers stuffed his flyer into my hand before noticing my face. Flashing me a grin, he said, "Want a photo? Oh, wait a minute. This isn't the one you brought with you the last time!"

Dangerous. “I'm sorry, schatje,” Stefan said quietly, using her affectionate nickname in Dutch. “But you're too close to the truth.” Before Vic could react, the safe door opened completely. Cold air rushed out, bringing with it the metallic scent familiar to any forensic. The smell of blood. Inside the safe, curled up like she was sleeping, the figure of Alexandra Visser lay frozen. Still wearing the same clothes as in her last photograph 15 years ago. And in her stiff hands, a USB drive with a symbol that made Vic gasp.

Lets meet Swift ********* I need to present myself. But how? I have no idea and I have to solve it as soon as possible. Callum POV *********** These days I am confused. I feel something throbbing in the back of my mind. But I can't sort it out. I feel like something is stirring inside me. "Stephen". I called him who was sitting in his home office working on some files. "What is it, Callum"? He looked at me and put the pen aside. I must be looking upset.

"In that case, I'll see you soon." We hang up, and within seconds, I receive the address. I hop into Max's car, taking the nearest highway, and arrive at an abandoned warehouse just outside of Santa Barbara about twenty minutes later. Why in the world would they choose this eerie place? I have no idea, but I've watched enough horror movies to know that contacting Kalix before doing anything else is a smart move. You think? Buffy retorts. This place gives me the creeps, even more than that haunted house-themed frat party in season four, episode four.

he said, scratching his neck sheepishly. “I'm fine!” I replied, smiling, with my hands on my hips. “I need to go, I'm looking for my friend Valerie.” “So fast?” he asked, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “I only just got here.” “My mama always told me not to talk to strangers...” I replied nervously, scratching my arm awkwardly. Not wanting to disobey my mama... Especially after she'd warned me not to do it again. 17 lily The rock collector let out another chuckle, the corners of his mouth curling upwards into a smirk.

"Mr. Randall, you're finally here. You have no idea what happened. Your wife brought her broke old dad to the site to cause trouble. "When he couldn't squeeze any money out of us, he lay on the ground and pretended to be dead just to scare me. My heart nearly gave out." Conner looked down and smoothed her wind-tousled hair. Then he looked toward me, or rather at the shape covered by a dirty tarp beside my feet. He walked over, stood beside the tarp, and glanced down. The tarp didn't fully cover the body, and one hand stuck out. A watch rested on that wrist. It was from the Patek Philippe Nautilus series, and only 50 pieces were ever produced worldwide.

Those were the days before the violence, the lies, the murders that followed the Omishores. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this story. Vote and comment as you read, though. I'm kind of new and I welcome polite criticism. Thanks.